Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

Tell me your worst fear of it, and I can tell you how it goes -- and how we can instinctively transition from fear, to disaster, to immediately beginning to recover.

Fear is a healthy response to what may be coming. Yet if we focus on foreseeing ourselves immediately transitioning into recovery, and actively prepare ourselves, then it is less fearsome and just plain 'life event' type planning and carrying through.

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I just bear in mind that no matter what happens, every form of local, state, federal, private and faith-based help will come rolling in, in waves, with a sort of collective will that is humbling, and is a force so majestic and relentless the mind cannot conceive it until one has been part of it.

I see Mockingbird is back online. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being afraid of these storms. I broke into an office to sit between file cabinets during one storm. My office had windows facing SW. I wasn't staying.

For me, listening to the scanner and knowing where the storms are in relation to my house helped. The TV radars don't always update fast enough.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

Did a 4 year tour at Fitzsimons Hosp in Aurora. Lived out near the AirGuard Base on the edge of the plains that stretch all the way to the Missouri/Mississippi area. Every so often the siren would go off. First time scared the hell out of me. Nasty looking things rolling across the plains.

There is a tornado warning just SW of Wichita. I'm following one of the trackers streaming it

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We can follow these storms together

And Phelana is spot on. Fear is healthy and reasonable. We've just got to keep actively engaged, rather than "stuck" in it

The spotters I've got are N of Witchita. Gotta find new spotters. I've also got the Fire feed.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

you are generally safer in the house than in a car unless you have a specific neighbor with a a storm cellar. A closet under the stairs is a good place. The bathroom is good because the pipes in the walls add support.

Any bike helmets, football, motorcycle helmets in the house? They've found in the last few years that those help.
Flashlight and a paper map are good too.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

I'm almost jealous. I need a good hail storm. I need a new roof but our hail looks like sleet.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

It's alright. Just keep typing to us. Besides, it makes feel useful and I get to feel like I'm back home. Yeah, I'm weird.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

That hail report isn't sounding good. Looks like it's going to track due north over the city. But it's just hail. No rotations being reported.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.

So on my 'honeymoon across america' we were driving North from Tulsa. We were discussing where to spend the night and I suggested Newton. Hubby vetoed that when he saw the F5 tornado on a postcard. Newton had been hit a couple years before and immortalized on a postcard.

So that night we spent in Wichita. It was about like tonight. Storms were popping up all over. I'm sitting in the hotel room watching the radar. My newly wedded husband who had rarely seen a lightning bolt in his life is looking out the window. They start talking about golf ball size hail and he asks if he should go cover the car windshield. "No dear, when the hail is that large you stay inside and forget about the car." He opens the door and looks just in time for lightning to hit a transformer on the other side of the parking. Lots of fireworks and sparks flying about with a loud boom. It scared the crap out of him. We still laugh about that one.

Beatrice: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever. One foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny.